Troper Story

This'll be like Troper Brawl, only with a premise. Fights are allowed, just don't get too carried away with fighting.

Rules:

• Under no circumstances are you to say "I insta-kill X", "I insta-kill -group of persons-, "I destroy the setting", or "I destroy reality". This and all other forms of God Modding are strictly forbidden. Godmodding ruined the other thread, remember?

• Nothing like "X is a handsome, kind, talented, and utterly implacable guy who acts tough but is actually a JWAHOG with a super-angsty past", unless it's intended as a parody. I hate all forms of Mary Sue.

• Your characters should be below type 4 on the Super Weight scale, with no powers like Implacability, Insta-Killing, or No Selling.

• You make the story up yourselves, you're skilled at doing that.

Are we basically making up a story, but with fighting?

(My character's an experiment at creating the perfect infiltrator/assassin Gone Horribly Right and is now the Tauros Corporation's Scout/Attack Dog. He's also an infamous Serial Killer.)

edited 10th Dec '10 6:40:05 AM by Strigon

Oh, okay. Get it now.

My character is a genetically modified human designed to destroy the world, but chooses not to.

Are we just doing character introductions or getting the story started up?

Probably just intros for now.

My character is a fatally-wounded warrior given a new lease on life thanks to an experimental Magitek semi-organic battlesuit.

My character is a caffiene addled lunatic with an enormous amount of stuff in his pockets.

My character is a time-displaced samurai who has already adapted and wears powered armor.

My character is a young psychic who doesn't have much control over his powers yet.

My character doesn't appear in this story because I won't remember to post in this XD

Let's get this going already!

Okay!

-picks up a rock-

-throws it at window-

My character is a business man who is rarely happy. He also has muted telekinesis, but likes to keep it secret. He's currently looking for a partner. He's great at imitating voices.

HEY! Why'd you just throw a rock through that fellow's window?

-shrugs-

It had it coming...

You know, there's something weird about you...

*A rock flies through my window and breaks a cafetiere*

...@_@

*Picks up flask and heads outside*

So who threw that?

-begins to whistle innocently-

*pours and sips coffee*

...

All right! I admit! IT WAS ME!

And why, pray tell, did you do it?

-looks down at feet-

It was staring at me...

Windows can't stare....

Look *pours her out a coffee* drink this.

No! Don't! I'm afraid this lunatic will just break every window he can find if you give him coffee!

She. I'm a girl

-sips coffee-

Thank you.

Now if you excuse me, I need to go fix a car.